Ok..all you non-crafty types, feel free to check out now and come back next week :)
Seriously though, I know that all my bleaders (blog-readers) may not be equally fascinated with all of my different passions, and that's perfectly fine. Right now, I happen to be happily obsessed with embroidery.
I wish I still had one of my very first crafty projects which was an embroidered chambray workshirt that I worked on all summer when I was about thirteen. It was so seventies...which makes sense since that would have been around 1973. Hopefully, I've progressed in skill since then, but it has been a long time since I've tried my hand at this type of needlework.
In the interim, I've dabbled in knitting, felting, cross-stitch, quilting, needlepoint and sewing. That list doesn't include my forays into the worlds of scrapbooking and photography. What can I say? I'm a crafty gal.
Something drew me back to embroidery in the last few weeks, and I am thoroughly enjoying becoming reacquainted with an old friend. Sometimes I wonder if maybe I was born in the wrong era. I'm reading Pride and Prejudice right now with my sophomores and East of Eden with my seniors and both of those books talk a bit about needlework. Jane Austen's world is appealing to me for so many reasons (OK, I have a crush on Colin Firth's Darcy), and I think I may have been well-suited to that kind of life. I am obviously romanticizing things in a big way because being a woman in the Regency Era had innumerable challenges which we contemporary gals cannot even begin to fathom. Hygiene and women's rights both come to mind!
But I digress....anyway....In East of Eden, the very upright, uptight Liza Hamilton judges the evil and very pregnant Cathy Trask because she has idle hands. "What was she doing with her hands?" she asks her husband Samuel. "Nothing I guess," he responds. "Liza sniffed. 'Not sewing, not mending, not knitting?" While Liza admittedly could find fault with someone even less tainted than Cathy, her point is clear. There is something productive about needlework. When our hands are occupied we feel useful.
One of the many books I've collected on the subject is the Embroidery Companion by Alicia Paulson.
Paulson describes being in a terrible car accident when she was 29. She writes about the months and months of recovery time when she was bedridden. To keep her sanity, Paulson took up embroidery, a pursuit she remembered from her childhood. She writes: "Through almost every day of my recovery, I stitched a wonderland of hearts and flowers. Each morning I set about creating the world I wanted, so different from the real one I was in."
Somedays, the world can be trying, or stressful, exhausting or frightening and needlework is a soothing reminder that I need to slow down, and focus my attention on something beautiful. I love the feeling of creating something from nothing. A small piece of linen fabric is like a blank canvas. The threads come in different weights and colors and there are a myriad number of patterns available in books and online and in my head. It is exciting to watch a picture develop stitch by lovely stitch.
Of course, the fun continues when I am able to share my creations as gifts. The photo below is of a little blue linen pouch I made for my sister's upcoming nuptials. Every bride needs to carry something old and something new and something borrowed and something blue. So I made this little new blue bag.
I better sign off now...computers are great...but my needle awaits :)